Once upon a time, there as a little
girl called Ruby! Every day she hopped on her bike and rode all the way out of
Somerset village to the neighbouring town of “St.Brendans”. St.Brendans was a
scary place at first, especially in the dark! In the beginning she recognised
hardly any faces, she would look around her and see a sea of legs surround her
and she would have to push out of the crowd, crumpled and confused.
Ruby enjoyed to read and play
guitar and piano. She would spend hours crafting melodies and filling up on
books. This could sometimes put Ruby in a difficult situation as she would lose
time to do important things…
In the town of St.Brendans, where
she studied Spanish, psychology and English, she lost her time to play her
melodies and gave up the music for essays and case studies.
One day, when she was sat underneath
the cherry tree on memory hill, she looked back to the times where she held no
responsibilities, and looked forward to the time where the true meaning of
responsibilities would become apparent to her. She used to love playing with
her friends. At her primary school “Hillcrest”, she remembered all the games
her and her friends would play. They would all play Victorian games or
sometimes just games called the “olden days”. In her final year at Hillcrest
School, she remembered the play which her year put on. “The Twelfth Night”,
Shakespeare. She remembered how excited she was, waiting behind the certain,
costume on, thick stage makeup and ready to read her lines. She played “Maria”,
the maid. She laughed to herself as she looked back and remembered how formal
and grown-up she felt, when in reality the play was for parents to admire there
“golden children”.
Before she found herself at
“St.Brendans” she had ridden the train all the way to bath a beautiful city,
where she wore a black blazer with purple trim and attended “Hayesfield Girls
School” for five years. The first time she went to Hayesfield, she knew on one.
No one from Hillcrest and the olden day game had come with her. This reminded
her of the present and that St.Brendans isn’t a scary place after all! And she
lay down on memory hill, underneath the pink cherry tree and from then on she
lived happily ever after…
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